Why I Stopped Giving Past Life Readings (and Why Your Present Life Is So Damn Important)By Mia Moon
I used to offer past life readings.
They were beautiful, healing, and deep—but something shifted.
Spirit asked me to stop living in the then and start honoring the now.
Because your present life is the portal.
The magic, the medicine, the breakthrough—it’s not in who you were, but in who you’re becoming.
I stopped offering past life readings because this version of you deserves to be seen, celebrated, and embodied—fully.
Your present life is badass. And it’s time to own it.
There was a time when I was deeply immersed in past life readings—mine and others’. I witnessed ancient timelines, soul contracts, karmic loops, and lifetimes of power, pain, and purpose. These sessions were beautiful, eye-opening, and often deeply healing. They helped people understand why certain patterns repeated, why certain relationships felt instantly magnetic or heavy, and where their soul had journeyed before this incarnation.
But then something shifted.
Spirit got louder.
My ancestors started guiding me in a new direction.
And I listened.
I began to realize that for many people, past life readings were becoming a form of spiritual escapism—an attempt to make sense of the now by anchoring to the then. And while our soul’s history holds value, I was being asked to remind people of something even more powerful:
Your present life is the portal.
This moment, this breath, this body you’re in right now—is not a mistake, a detour, or a side story to your soul’s “real” journey. It is the journey.
You chose this incarnation with full divine intention. You chose your name, your lineage, your challenges, your superpowers. You chose to come here as you, in this form, at this time—because there is something only you can anchor into the world through your lived, embodied experience.
And when we spend too much time digging into the past—whether it’s this life or a previous one—we can miss the sacredness of now. We start identifying more with who we were than who we’re becoming.
So I stopped offering past live insights.
Not because they’re bad. Not because they’re untrue.
But because I want to empower you to remember your magic here and now.
Because your present life is badass.
Your healing is badass.
Your boundaries, your awakening, your softening, your fire—all of it matters.
And when you show up fully in this version of you, your soul ripples healing through time—past, present, and future.
If we really want to heal the past, we do it by living boldly and intentionally today.
By speaking truth.
By breaking cycles.
By creating art, raising children, loving deeply, reclaiming our bodies, and choosing peace in a world that profits from our pain.
This is the work.
This is the way.
This is the now.
With love and presence,
Mia Moon
Joy is The Liberation of Freedom
There is a sacred vibration that ripples through the body when you give yourself permission to feel joy. Not the performative kind. Not the kind that seeks approval. I’m talking about the joy that bubbles up from your soul like spring water—clear, ancient, and real.
For too long, many of us have been taught that joy is a reward for hard work or survival. That we have to earn it. That we have to dim it down, hide it, or only let it out in private. But joy is not something to earn—it is something to reclaim.
Joy is liberation.
Joy is medicine.
Joy is your birthright.
When I think about freedom, I don’t just think about the absence of oppression or struggle. I think about the full, embodied expression of our spirit. The belly laughs. The dancing in your living room. The moment you remember who you are and why you came here. That’s freedom.
In my own healing journey, I’ve found that joy is one of the most radical acts of resistance and reclamation we can embody—especially as a Black woman, as a healer, as a lover, as a descendant of ancestors who prayed us into existence. When we allow joy into our lives, we are honoring those ancestors. We are saying, I am not just surviving. I am living. I am thriving. I am free.
This joy doesn’t mean we ignore our pain or bypass the hard moments. Quite the opposite. True joy is forged through fire. It’s the sun that rises after a long storm. It’s the giggle that breaks through tears. It’s the softness that returns when you thought your heart was too tired to feel.
So let this be your reminder:
You are allowed to laugh.
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to bloom.
You are allowed to experience joy simply because you exist.
As you move through your healing, your growth, your becoming—don’t forget to make room for joy. It’s not a distraction from the work. It is the work.
Joy is the liberation of freedom. And freedom is yours to claim, right here, right now.
With a full heart and rising soul,
Mia Moon
There is a sacred vibration that ripples through the body when you give yourself permission to feel joy. Not the performative kind. Not the kind that seeks approval. I’m talking about the joy that bubbles up from your soul like spring water—clear, ancient, and real.
For too long, many of us have been taught that joy is a reward for hard work or survival. That we have to earn it. That we have to dim it down, hide it, or only let it out in private. But joy is not something to earn—it is something to reclaim.
Joy is liberation.
Joy is medicine.
Joy is your birthright.
When I think about freedom, I don’t just think about the absence of oppression or struggle. I think about the full, embodied expression of our spirit. The belly laughs. The dancing in your living room. The moment you remember who you are and why you came here. That’s freedom.
In my own healing journey, I’ve found that joy is one of the most radical acts of resistance and reclamation we can embody—especially as a Black woman, as a healer, as a lover, as a descendant of ancestors who prayed us into existence. When we allow joy into our lives, we are honoring those ancestors. We are saying, I am not just surviving. I am living. I am thriving. I am free.
This joy doesn’t mean we ignore our pain or bypass the hard moments. Quite the opposite. True joy is forged through fire. It’s the sun that rises after a long storm. It’s the giggle that breaks through tears. It’s the softness that returns when you thought your heart was too tired to feel.
So let this be your reminder:
You are allowed to laugh.
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to bloom.
You are allowed to experience joy simply because you exist.
As you move through your healing, your growth, your becoming—don’t forget to make room for joy. It’s not a distraction from the work. It is the work.
Joy is the liberation of freedom. And freedom is yours to claim, right here, right now.
With a full heart and rising soul,
Mia Moon